Saturday, 1 December 2018

weak end

The luxury of it, sleeping long until seven, getting up to let the cat out, the cat making a fuss at the door, go on to the bathroom,  return from there shortly after.
In the kitchen, turn on the coffee maker, fill the sieve with coffee, put a bottle of still water into the machine.


Take the cup of coffee into the dark living room, then go back and fetch the laptop apple and read the news. The news that is both sad and bad, the sale of beliefs, their betrayal,fro no cause other than money.
Not to say that there are no false beliefs!


The day is turning pale grey, the empty cups on the table are becoming visible, colours crepescular dark, the vision allows no light at this low level of illumination. Only the tiny reflection of the window on the rim of the white cup is bright enough to be acceptable as white.
Read more news, then leave it be.
It will be time to get dressed for the day, the cold is creeping into the bones.
Now the plan is made:

Take a shower
Put on the clothes
Ask the son if he wants to go to the cafe today.
See what the rest of the day brings.

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